Luna Of The Lycan King

Chapter three

I bit my lips. This is a bad idea. I chewed my bottom lip as I thought about how to escape.

But where? I had no home. I couldn’t sleep in the streets. It’s not safe. But killing a man is not safe either.

The door opened stopping my thoughts. My eyes grew wide when the face of a man came before me. I quickly hid my trembling hands behind my back. I knew I looked like a mess - sweat covered almost every part of me.

He smirked, his eyes traveled the entire length of my body. I felt repulsed, my gut tightened with revulsion.

“Come in. We’ve been expecting you for a while now,” he said and opened the door wider for me to enter.

So as not to look suspicious, I watched him from the corner of my eyes. He was big. Enough for me to kill quickly. He had a strong aura. But not very powerful.

I didn’t realize how silent I had gone until he cleared his throat. Shifting my eyes from the door, I finally looked at him. And smiled.

He watched me. It felt as if I might trip on my feet if I walked too fast. So I moved slowly, making it look like I was doing a catwalk.

“Don’t be so tensed. I reckon this is your first job?” He closed the door, walking behind me.

His words barely registered in me because my eyes had popped from shock. Another man was sitting on the bed with a drink in his hand. Who was I supposed to kill?

In the envelope I was given this morning, there was no description of the man I was meant to kill. My heart hammered in my chest. And my feet felt like lead.

A gentle push on my back and I stumbled on my feet. But he was quick to catch me. I looked behind me. But he gave me a reassuring smile. I smiled back, ignoring the sinking feeling in my belly. And walked over to the big man on the bed. But I sat at the far end of the bed.

For the first time since I came into the room, he looked at me as our eyes locked. The air was sucked from my lungs. His eyes made me feel different. They made electric currents run through me.

I bit my lips to focus. The other man left the room, leaving just me and the other man on the bed. And I guess he was the one I was meant to kill.

“What’s your name?” He asked nonchalantly, pouring himself a drink.

“Se…” I stopped myself. “Emily,” I replied, twisting my fingers together. He looked at me raising a brow and drowned his drink.

“Come here Emily. I want to feel you,” after he had said that, he didn’t wait for me, he stood up and walked towards me.

I felt like I might die from nerves. I needed to do it. Checking his aura, it was faint. And I felt a little bit relieved.

When he got closer to me, the smell of alcohol hit me square in the face. I resisted the urge to gag. He wobbled on his feet and plumped down unsteadily next to me. He was drop-dead drunk.

A little smile graced my lips. This should be easy. But no matter how much I told myself that in my head, I knew it would not.

If I killed him or didn’t kill him, I would be dead. Dying emotionally was as good as dying physically.

His hands groped my legs. The same currents I felt when I looked into his eyes returned. But this time, with so much intensity.

It happened like a movie - after groping my legs, he collapsed on my shoulders. His weight pushed us both into the bed with him laying on top of me.

His weight sucked the air out of my lungs. I managed to gather strength and push him off me. To my relief, he was fast asleep.

Making sure he was really asleep, I fetched the dagger from my boots and hovered over him. But no matter how much I tried to strike him, I just couldn’t. I wasn’t a man killer.

To ease my nerves, I drank from his wine. And that led to me falling asleep beside him and waking up to me tied up to a chair.

Panic surged in me. It was morning. I didn’t realize I wasn’t alone until I saw something move from the corner of my eyes.

It was the same man. But this time, he was fully dressed. I could detect his aura because the alcohol that had weakened his wolf was gone. He was an Alpha.

The only explanation I could come up with was the woman who kidnapped me thought it better for me to die in the hands of this strange Alpha. I saw no hope. My heart shattered into a million pieces. I was doomed to die either way.

After lamenting about my ill fate, I observed the room. The first man was nowhere in sight. But beside him was a stern-looking girl.

“Who sent you?!” The girl walked up to me, landing a very big slap on my face. Pain enveloped me and I spat out blood.

This whole time, the Alpha’s back was to me while he smoked a cigarette leisurely.

“Leave her alone Vivian. We have all the time in the world to get the information out of her.”

He turned towards me, our gazes locked. His eyes flicked between good and black. His demeanor changed. From nonchalance to anger.

I prayed for the ground to open up and swallow me. This pain was too much for me to handle. Too much changed so much in just a week.

While I watched him and he watched me, his mouth was set in a thin line.

“Knock her out. We’re leaving now,” he instructed.

The last thing I remember was how the girl, Vivian smirked as she threw a punch to my head.

I was woken up by the feeling of cold water on me. With so much difficulty, I opened my eyes. And it hurts so bad. It was the place where Vivian had hit me.

My soul almost lept out of me when I found the Alpha standing so close to me at eye level. I was in a small dark room that resembled a dungeon.

My heart began to beat relentlessly in my chest. I was in pain all over. Both physically and emotionally. I couldn’t heal. My wolf wasn’t responding.

Then all of a sudden he began laughing, “How could the moon goddess be so cruel? Sending my mate to kill me?”

I gasped. And then it all clicked. The electric currents and pull I felt with him. It felt like some form of twisted joke. But how could it be? Jackson, my fated mate, rejected me a few days ago. Only if this man was my second chance mate.

It still didn’t make sense to me because second-chance mates were long heard of.

The man held my face in his hand. It felt like de javu of when my kidnapper had held me the same way.

“I know only one person who can pull this dumb s**t, Karen,” he seethed.

I couldn’t look into his eyes. He was scary. I felt he was more mad that I was his mate than the fact that I tried to kill him.

His grip tightened on my face, facing me to look at him. “tell me she’s the one.”

“She’s not,” I managed to say through his hand.

He brought my face closer to his face. And I could smell his minty breath. And some other smell of him which I crave - as sick and twisted as that sounds. It was the mate bond acting.

“Don’t you dare lie to me!” He seethed.

It was no use lying to him when I was going to die either way. I messed up. I should have escaped from his room when he fell asleep. But I’m too timid to do anything about my life.

I looked away from his angry eyes, all my resolve melting away as I gave in to fate.

“I don't know. She never told me her name,” I said softly, feeling every letter of the word - worthless.